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Wallace Edward Winter, 75, of Wheaton, died Wednesday, July 27, 2005 at his lake home. He was born May 20, 1930 in Wausau, WI to Angeline, nee Herback, Winter and Edward Winter. On June 20, 1953 he married Barbara Mae, nee Beaumont, Winter. They have two daughters, Kathryn B. Winter and Rebecca L., nee Winter, Schobel; and son-in-law, Mark Schobel. He also has two grandchildren, Rachel and Taylor Schobel. Wally was a graduate of Wausau High School. As a young man he achieved the rank of Eagle Scout in the Boy Scouts of America.

This is a tale of two Sundays. Here's how Sunday used to be in Barbara's home: She would go out and pick up a Sunday paper and maybe a cinnamon bun for Wally. Then the two of them would read the paper together. "It was a comfortable time." They'd interrupt each other with an interesting item or story. Wally had a flat way of speaking. "He is not necessarily warm and rarely demonstrative, but I loved what I felt was his sturdy loyalty. Wally was my security." Barbara would let the dishes sit until the paper was done.

Walter J. Motyl, age 83, longtime resident of Lincolnwood, passed away Sunday, July 9, 2000, born Jan. 19, 1917 in Philadelphia, NJ. Wally was retired after working 28 years as a tool & die engineer. As a World War II Veteran, Wally served in the U.S. Army for seven years and was stationed in Guadalcanal. He was a member of 132nd Infantry Regiment. He was a very active member and past Commander of the Skokie Valley Post #3854 V.F.W. He is survived by his beloved wife of 55 years, Lillian; loving father of Adrienne (Larry)

Dear Ann Landers: Have you ever heard of a father disowning his only son for not cutting his hair? My husband asked "Wally" politely to get a decent haircut, and my son's reply was "I like it this way. I don't live at home anymore, and I don't have to do what you tell me." Ann, Wally is 41 years old, divorced and raising two children on his own. He has a good job and doesn't drink or do drugs. His hair is shoulder length, graying and wavy, but clean. His father thinks that after all we've done for him, helping financially and taking care of the kids, Wally could at least do this for him. My husband has forbidden Wally to come to our house.

Shot in a sepia-colored tone, "When Tribes Collide" is a haunting little film. Chicago looks familiar-there's a corner in Uptown, there's Lake Street under the L tracks-but it also seems weirdly futuristic: A chaotic Third World market is backgrounded by glass skyscrapers. A white man drops to his knees at a roadside altar and prays to a black madonna. "I guess my vision of the future is that it isn't going to be very futuristic," says Jorge Busot, the film's young director. "Maybe that's a post-apocalypse cliche, but I really think that, with more progress, you also get more decay: broken-down bridges, slums."

Dear Amy: I have a problem with a neighbor, "Wally," that I hope you can help me solve. Although our families are friendly toward one another, we don't really know them well. For the past two or three months, "Wally" has been having trouble starting his truck in the morning (at 5-5:30 a.m., when he leaves for work). At least three days a week, he struggles for 10-15 minutes, trying to get the engine to turn over. Finally, he inevitably "jumps" the truck battery with his wife's car, revving the engine loudly.

In a single year as an Army private, Walter W. Martin went from basic training to combat in World War II's Battle of the Bulge, then spent six harrowing months as a prisoner in Germany. Mr. Martin quietly devoted much of the rest of his life to veterans causes. "He was a proud American who fought and suffered for his friends and his country," said his wife, Marguerite "Peggy" Martin. "His whole life was America. " Mr. Martin, 86, a longtime reporter and editor in the Chicago bureau of United Press International, died of heart failure Tuesday, Jan. 17, at a hospice near his retirement home in Spring Hill, Fla., his wife said.